My Hiatus, Part Three

The backstory mentioned in the previous blog post telling about my time away:

This goes back nearly 28 years ago when I was still in middle school. Everyone was beginning to hook up with their crushes and going to the monthly school dances together…except me. I went alone. Not because I wanted to, but because I was forced to by my parents. I was never comfortable around females from a romantic standpoint, hence my reason for not having a date.

Let‘s fast forward to my senior prom. My date was a bombshell. I would go on to say later that, "she was so pretty that even a gay man could get an [erection] by looking at her." Yeah, right (I came out later as gay, which I‘ll get to in a minute). Not once did we kiss the entire night. That was our only date. I wouldn‘t date anyone again for five years.

When I decided to start dating again, the only person I dated was my late wife. By this time I had accepted myself as bi-leaning-gay. But I stuck it out as long as I could over the years out of respect for my wife (who was anti-LGBTQ+).

Then came three years ago when I finally came out of the closet. I had a "one night stand" with another man at the rehab center (which was against the rules, btw). He helped me through the early stages of my new life until he left to go home.

This man became a close friend and explained that there was more to me than being gay. When I asked what he meant, he told me that there was a group of people he wanted me to meet; that they would be able to help me even more.

That group was an unofficial support group for transpeople.

Now that you know the backstory, I‘ll finish up where I left off at the end of Part Two in my next blog post.

To be continued…